Curse of the Premium Channels

J and I recently got a new cable package, which includes the premium channels. This purchase led me to watch all 12 episodes of Homeland. It only took three days for me to get through them. Obsessively and addictively watching a television show causes mixed feelings-- intrigued by the show, happy about getting through a whole season, and also gluttonous for watching so much tv. I felt like I should go out and run a road race after. Being home with a baby is all- new territory, and I'm still navigating it, but I can honestly say it's sort of hard. People are probably scoffing right now, saying, "You jerk, what I wouldn't give to be home watching Homeland!" But what I mean is that it isn't physically hard but somewhat mentally tough. I'm trying to still be a productive person but Mabel needs a lot of time and attention. I miss adult interaction, but watching her grow and change is the coolest thing I've ever witnessed. I feel like I should be constantly cleaning the house or reading all of Barnes and Noble's newest best- sellers or joining charities or learning a craft, but so far I have been pleased with myself if I have managed the cleaning part. Mabel amasses an insane amount of laundry, what with all the pooping and spitting up. And the house is covered in blankets, pacifiers, rattles, bottles, and odd baby socks. I'm not voicing complaints, or telling a tale of woe. I know I've got it pretty good right now in getting to hang with Mabel. I just didn't realize how fast time would go by and that my only accomplishments in a day may be cleaning up the living room, watching Homeland, and chilling with Mabel while she coos in her bouncy seat. And that those three activities would actually be highly enjoyable...